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Ochako’s eyes fluttered as she stared at the villagers crowding the church. The sun was shining slightly in her eyes. Her heart swelled looking at the happy faces as they prayed to themself or spoke to others about the gospel. Ochako glanced over at the priests. Father Izuku, Father Kirishima, Father Denki, Father Todoroki, Father Sero, and Father Bakugou. Ochako’s eyes lingered a little too much on Father Bakugou. His eyes met hers, a smirk on his face.
Father Izuku did mostly all of the confessions, the most gentle of the priests. Father Kirishima did mostly paperwork or traveled outside of the church to houses for special prayers. Father Denki mostly dealt with the children. Father Todoroki wasn’t exactly social, but he did talk to those who are also not social. Father Sero will help with paperwork or sermons. However, Father Bakugou…he did almost everything. The only thing he didn’t do was confessions, which he never stated why. His sermons always amazed people, even without smiling during them.
For some reason, everytime Ochako looked at Father Bakugou…her heart pained her. So when he caught her eye and smirked, she quickly snapped her head away and back to the crowd. Her heart beating fast, her breathing speed doubling. Her eyes found a small child praying beside his parents and she calmed down with a smile.
The sun began to set, the orangish hues throughout the church. Ochako sat on the pew, bowing her head and saying a soft prayer before she headed to dinner. Her mouth mumbling, “Forgive me, my heart wonders where it shouldn’t.” Her body felt shameful.
“Shouldn’t you be at the refectory, Sister?”
Ochako sighed, and rose to her feet looking over at him. “Sorry, Father. I only wanted to pray before supper. For…strength.”
Father Bakugou stared at Ochako. His arms crossed, his eyes sharp and glaring. Ochako’s eyes met his for a few seconds before she threw her head back down. “Strength? Why’s that?”
Father Bakugou stepped forward slightly, and Ochako caught his smell. A small scent of smoke, combined with the normal church smell. Ochako’s eyes rose, which was most likely a mistake, “Just a normal request, Father.”
He hummed in reply as their eyes met again. The stare lasted longer than it should have. Finally he breaks the silence, “Let’s go before you miss supper.” Ochako followed, her hand around her rosary at her chest. Her heart beating almost out of her chest as she stalked the halls behind him.
Later that night, Ochako followed her fellow sisters into the bathhouse. Supper had been quiet, well for Ochako anyway. She basically ran out of there as soon as one sister finished. Ochako sat uncomfortable in the water as her sisters spoke without ease.
Sister Momo was known for her strictness, she was the perfect nun. Sister Tsu was known for bluntness, people went to her for advice knowing she’d tell them exactly. Sister Jirou was known for keeping everyone in line, while also being out of line herself. Sister Toga…was oddly obsessive and still kinda new to the whole thing. Sister Mina, Ochako’s best friend, was the worst of all of them. She was the most worldly sister, and the most likely to get into trouble.
Sister Momo noticed Ochako was off, “Is there something on your mind, sister?” Sister Momo scooted near Ochako.
Ochako sighed out the confession, “My heart…my thoughts have been…unholy recently.” She expected some sort of scolding, since saints' thoughts are supposed to be good and pure.
However, Sister Momo smiled softly, “Ah, well sister. We are all human, it’s only natural. It’s the faith that keeps us going, I noticed that you have been praying more. But did you want to tell me more?”
“It’s..Father Bakugou. Every time he’s around my heart flutters. I’m starting to wonder if he notices.”
Sister Momo’s eyes widened slightly before she spoke, “Ah well…I don’t mean to cause harm but Father Bakugou has been asking about you. Though at first, I suspected it was to make sure you were on track…but now I’m not sure.”
Ochako’s heart skipped a beat as she looked at the water, “What do you mean?”
Sister Momo cleared her throat, “All I mean is that Fathers are human too, they also get tempted. Perhaps, you two are praying for the same reason.”
Ochako finished her bath in a hurry, returning to her room and laying on her bed. However, nothing could make her sleep. She tried prayers, reading, and even humming a hymn. Her eyes stayed open. Ochako decided to go to the garden, maybe to calm her nerves.
Ochako sat on the bench in the garden, it was after curfew so the streets were quiet outside the church boundaries. Ochako’s body shivered as the cold air took over her, but she didn’t seem to care. Ochako walked towards the rosebed, only to smack into something or someone. Ochako almost screamed as she turned her head to see. Father Bakugou.
His mouth moved faster than her eyes, “Shit-” When her eyes met his, he looked a bit startled by Ochako’s presence. Soon his eyes became their normal annoyed look, “You shouldn’t be outside alone. On top of that, it’s after curfew.”
Ochako’s eyes were on him, Father Bakugou never swore. Not around the sisters anyways. Ochako smiled, “You should put money in the swear jar-”
Father Bakugou’s eyes found hers again, “What?”
“You swore, so you should put-”
Father Bakugou sighed, “I know what you meant. Forget that. You shouldn't be out after curfew, especially outside.”
Ochako frowned slightly, “I was having trouble sleeping.”
Father Bakguou’s eye drifted away towards the garden, then back to hers. He sighed, “I don't really care, back to bed. Orders.”
Ochako nodded fast, “Understood, Father.” Ochako quickly walked away, towards the door. Ochako stopped behind the door after closing, her heart fluttering. The door didn't close completely so Ochako jumped as she heard his voice.
Father Bakugou sighed out, “Fucking nun. Praying like there’s someone who cares enough to listen.”
Ochako’s eyes widened. Father Bakugou? What does he mean? Ochako’s brain swarmed in confusion as she quickly ran to her bedroom. Maybe tomorrow she will figure it out.